LET THE LIGHT BACK IN
IT’S gloomy inside the master bedroom of this little house in Harrow. The curtains are closed permanently now; they used to be peeled open gently before sunrise, an indication of impending roadwork. That was when things were different.
It was dark in that room at that time. And even darker in Mitchell Smith’s head.
A tiny, most unwelcome pencil of light breaks and enters, generating heat on the chest of the room’s sole occupant. It’s like a sniper’s target, that sunshine, trying desperately to find a man who needs it in his life.
Everybody outside of that little cave remembered Mitchell Smith, 15-1 (8), even if he couldn’t recognise himself at that lowest ebb.
“I remember sitting in that room for about 13 days, eating takeaways every single day, I didn’t even get in the bath. I f**king stunk,” Mitchell told Boxing News, breaking the silence on his once unlikely, but now-promising return to the ring.
“My missus said to me, ‘Mitchell, you need to get up and get out of the house’. I did not move. I was just, I don’t know, I was just feeling sad. Like 24-7. I didn’t really have a reason to be sad. It was a strange one. It’s important that people talk about this. That’s what I’d
